Winging it seems to be working well, at least, considering that he's the kind of brother Ciro can visit in the middle of the night.... and vice versa, if this visit is any indication.

Ciro seems resigned to just staring at the tea as it steeps, watching every little change, so he blinks up in distant confusion as he feels that light pressure against his shoulder. Will it? Still, he gives a small nod. Gen needs this as much as he does, after all.

"...The curfew was supposed to keep us safe. Wasn't it?"